The Best Qasida Poems

When the moonlight in its fullest,
Is spreading over the night,
Your memory at this point,
Pains my heart dearly,
I miss you…
The stories of spring,
Of these past beautiful views,
Return back to me,
And fills my eyes with tears,
I miss you…
At least tell me this much,
That this moonlight comes to you,
And wakes up dreams in you,
And teases you too,
I miss you…
When the moonlight in its fullest,
Is spreading over the night,
Your memory at this point,
Pains my heart dearly,
I miss you…
The stories of spring,
Of these past beautiful views,
Return back to me,
And fills my eyes with tears,
I miss you…
When the moments of those days,
Come by and touch you,
The memories of past days,
Take my sleep away,
I miss you…
When the moonlight in its fullest,
Is spreading over the night,
Your memory at this point,
Pains my heart dearly,
I miss you…
When my memory,
Brings tears to your eyes every moment,
When every breath of parting,
Becomes difficult to breathe,
Then forget everything around you,
And return to me,
Break every relation
And come decorate my dreams,
Don’t leave me after that,
When the moonlight in its fullest,
Is spreading over the night,
Your memory at this point,
Pains my heart dearly,
I miss you…
The stories of spring,
Of these past beautiful views,
Return back to me,
And fill my eyes with tears,
I miss you…
My heart aches for you…

You foolish men who lay,
The guilt on women,
Not seeing you're the cause,
Of the very thing you blame;
If you invite their disdain,
With measureless desire,
Why wish they well behaved,
If you incite to ill.
You fight their stubbornness,
Then, weightily,
You say it was their lightness,
When it was your guile.
In all your crazy shows,
You act just like a child,
Who plays the bogeyman?
Of which he's then afraid.
With foolish arrogance,
You hope to find a Thais,
In her you court, but a Lucretia,
When you've possessed her.
What kind of mind is odder?
Than his who mists,
A mirror and then complains,
That it's not clear.
Their favor and disdain,
You hold in equal state,
If they mistreat, you complain,
You mock if they treat you well.
No woman wins esteem of you,
The most modest is ungrateful,
If she refuses to admit you;
Yet if she does, she's loose.
You always are so foolish,
Your censure is unfair;
One you blame for cruelty,
The other for being easy.
What must be her temper?
Who offends when she's,
Ungrateful and wearies,
When compliant?
But with the anger and the grief,
That your pleasure tells,
Good luck to her, who doesn't love you,
And you go on and complain.
Your lover's moans give wings,
To women's liberty,
And having made them bad,
You want to find them good.
Who has embraced?
The greater blame in passion?
She, who, solicited, falls,
Or he who, fallen, pleads?
Who is more to blame?
Though either should do wrong?
She who sins for pay,
Or he who pays to sin?
Why be outraged at the guilt,
That is of your own doing?
Have them as you make them,
Or make them what you will.
Leave off your wooing
And then, with greater cause,
You can blame the passion,
Of her who comes to court?
Patent is your arrogance,
That fights with many weapons,
Since in promise and insistence,
You join world, flesh and devil.

GOODBYE IS THE SADDEST WORD
Am missing you though you are by my side
You are here but not here as I can’t feel your presence
I told myself you were right for me but I feel lonely in your company
I see your face disappearing from the reach of my sight
Hope you are not leaving; your goodbye will be the worst of farewell.
Mercy does not begin where love come to an end
Heard mercy prolongs love and makes it even more beautiful
It was happy beginning about turning to a saddy end
Look harder baby and see that different part of me
Don’t give me that look; it will break my heart if you say goodbye.
So weighed down not only by uncertainties but also by obsession
I made my entire dream yours & you looked at me and made it shatter
It is so hard to realize that what we have, we don’t have anymore
Am the soldier of your heart; am so ready to go to war for your heart
Hope not loose you to my enemies; hope am not hearing goodbye?
Don’t try walking away from my side baby
If I loose you now, everything will be gone may be
The thought of you leaving me has left me creeping in fear
I don’t want to wake up in the morning and not see you my dear
If you ever leave me at night; it will be the worst of all badbyes.
Now; if you like leave am no longer scared
It will be hard but whatever happens am prepared
I no longer care if we stay forever or remain forever apart
To someone else special; I will find and give my special heart
Oh! She said goodbye; it was the happiest of all goodbyes.
…Lordvip…
…D’ Poetic Beast..

mythical black dog
i hear your howling from the darkness
gate keeper of the underworld
perpetual torment
cries the name of a lost love
as innocent blood drips from my heart
in payment of pride
i beg let loves pure soul pass
to taste the mornings sun kisses
upon sweet fresh earth
come to heel demon beast of hades
brood no malice upon love's freedom
for hell can spare one soul tonight

Samia “Happy Mother’s Day”
Mother an angel that I’ve met
Recalling the words that always wept
For as tender as they were
Loved to hear them as you say
Mother you kicked my fear away
Calling on all angels to pray
That your son will be in safe
And his health will ever prevail
Mother you praised me when I failed
You encouraged me when I veiled away
You hailed me in every act I play
You laughed to any joke I say
Mother you held me when I was in pain
You wept that my tears will fade away
You told me that one day I will gain
You stood by me when everyone ran away
Mother you chose to move on and part away
To the new world that is far away
Leaving a child to grow in darken
A man today still searching in vain
Mother I’m writing for you again
Even twenty years can’t keep us away
Even the haven you chose as a stay
My words would reach you as a pray
Mother I wrote you to say
No matter how far you chose as a stay
Your son here on earth would love to say
Happy mother’s Day “My Angel”

Beautiful scenery, rolling hills with craggy cliffs adorned with winter scrub clinging to impossible places. Narrow winding roads, leading somewhere, maybe nowhere, finding out when we get there. Rounding a bend just enjoying the scene, finding an eyesore almost obscene. In the ground in front, towering high a plague of of wind turbines I did espy.Not the Quixotic or Dutch that are nice. These huge monstrosities seem to crowd the very sky, killing birds by the score with their whirling wings. The race is on to harness the wind for soon the earth will cease to give up its treasure just so we can enjoy our leisure. Here rivers do not flow for most of the year and our island needs power but not nuclear. So the turbines have come to march over the mountains like a white army of whirling dervishers that sadly will be the future, unless they can harness the suns free power much better.Time and nature will tell, if only we let her.

dear mister president i want you too know tht god loves you with out a doubt and so do i all the way too the heavens in the sky!barrak oboma they say bad thing about you if they onlyknew your love is true to the american people you see you realizethis is the land of the free!i love you for loving the rich and poor the same and playing no money games!lead us well in your last term and don't let your life be full of scorn!you have truely cleaned up a mees and i think this american loves you best except for god who considers his self anamerica too barrak heloves you true!

Clear night, beckons youthful lovers
To a meadow lush and silky green
Amorous wafts twirling beneath the stars
That shimmer, above this glamorous seen.
Whiffs,
Refreshing and scented
Heavenly lilies…
Angels dancing to a beautiful sight
Gossip and laughter sparks of light
The moon then said
Before she fled
These are secrets of the night.
Sighs
Of love
Merging with silence
Harmony compelling them to be
One, in the arms of each other’s company
Not two, not separate, angelic forms, sweet love making…
The mist soon glides stealthily
As though a blanket covering a holy act
Aroma of perfume mixed with bodily perspiration
Fills the air with redolence of innocence
What a delight!
But the night is almost over
First light in sight!
Michael

To the moon we have been once
To it again might not be another chance
We just look at it away above us
Such thing happens with love thus
If you see the beloved signs
And she hit your heart by her love's lance
Don't hang your self such a dunce
You might not have her for another dance
Pull out your love's arms
Fight who to her stretched out his arms
Till he steps out with wince
Then you win her for the last dance

Even on the day of resurrection, my soul shall search for yours,
When all feared souls struggle to see their scores,
My eyes will be looking for you,
What evidence you need to prove my love for you?
Sun will melt, rocks will fly in air and earth will vomit hidden things
You will witness fearful sea of souls all around,
Out of all, one soul will be different
What evidence you need to prove my love for you?
No false promise, no stars or moon, nor child in your womb,
My love is immortal, I love not thee body, why to build a tomb?
You shall see one soul following yours,
What evidence you need to prove my love for you?
Am not afraid to follow you, be it heaven or hell.
My eternal love for you, demand our togetherness
Who cares how, what and where?
What else you need to prove my love for you?

POEM 15 I AM DREAMING OF YOU
I AM DREAMING OF YOU LOVING ME.
I ALWAY HAVE DREAM OF US ALL THE TIME.
IN MY DEARM I AM SHOWING YOU OFF TO OTHER.
I HAVE ALWAYS SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU & OTHER.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR

Under that hallowed moonlit
something softly enticed
It was two earthly sprites
sharing love’s delights.....
lips locked in kisses
and bodies entwined
like twisted sheets
the glow of sweat revealed everything.
Staring at each other's face
lying in each other's arm
taking deep breath in ocean
seemed satisfied in hour.
Sweet were those moments
unblemished and untamed
like bird stretching their feathers
to take another flight in ecstasy.

POEMS 20 FLYING HIGH
FLYING HIGH OFF OF LOVE FROM YOU.
FLYING HIGH IS LIKE HIGH OFF LOVE.
FLYING HIGH SHE MY WOMAN & MY QUEEN.
FLYING HIGH IS LIKE AN SHINING JEWEL IN HER CROWN.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR

so many worked so hard
here to make knew start
to be poor
can be a closes door
no matter where you are
here are far
lets all together work to gain
not have more race pain
have a insight
MAKEING CHANGE RIGHT

POEMS 21 WE ARE LEARNING
WE ARE LEARNING EVERY DAY OF OUR LIFE.
WE ARE LEARNING ABOUT OUTSELVES, OUR WORLD, OUR CHURCH.
WE ARE LEARNING IN OUR HEART WE WILL LOVE EACH OTHER.
WE ARE LEARNING IN OUR HEART WE WILL ALWAYS BE THERE.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR

God took the allure of awesome angels
and the pulchritude of priceless jewels.
God fetched the freshness of fountains;
and the matchless might of mountains.
God caught the coolness of dew at dawn,
and the soothing relief of luxury lawn.
God reaped the rare radiance of a rainbow,
and the sweet voice of a special sparrow.
God reached for the royalty of a loyal queen
and the mystery of things unseen.
God wielded the wisdom of ages past
and the freedom of stormy blast;
God garnished the generous grace of nature
with the patience of eternal adventure.
God sought the sweetness of honey
and the amazing acceptability of money.
God wrapped the riches of mother earth;
with the reality of heaven and earth.
God mixed the mildness of twilight moon
with the warmth of sun at noon.
God picked The purity of winter snow
and the glory of heaven's glow...
God then combined all these features
to make a compassionate creature.
To me she is an alluring and amazing art
but her parent named her Zuliat.
Wishing her a wonderful birthday
Filled with great joy all the way.
(c) Adeleke Adeite 2016

Your love introduced me to the magic world
and awakened my spirit like sunflower to sun
led me to the garden of feeling and affection
where my days passed like dream and nights like wedding….
You taught me to enjoy the beauty
and unleashed the secrets of life's duty
With you I first sang the poetry of real life
With you my imaginations took its first flight.
First time I realized the true meaning and essence
and enjoyed the words like possessiveness, jealousy and passion.
You transformed my solitary life into happy moments
and filled the silence of every nights with music.
I lived in coma till the time I was in your heart’s ICU
And suddenly thrown out from the paradise of love to issues
Where the earthly life of luxury and money entice
I'm struggling for the rest of my life, hoarding materialistic things.